It took most of the day to climb up the mountain and make it to the front gates. She could have easily flown, but didn't want to break her cover just...yet. The sun was again starting to set and she went inside. The room was cold but their were countless candles lite and gave the room a soft glow. She heard the sounds of footsteps in the room ahead and ran to blindly into it. Once their, she noticed the room was much colder and darker with less candles. It was large with heavy set stone. The bodice of her dress had drifted apart and her shoulder straps now rested in the crook of her elbows. Both breasts exposed to full view. Laura started to complain but Greg stopped her. “They are still beautiful, just as I remember. I still see you in my dreams just like this.” Laura reached to her right and raised half of dress bodice into place adjusting breast to fit. She guided the hand Greg had moving in her direction to the breast over her heart. “Hold me for just a moment with a tender. ..she's,... loud?...When she fucks?".The statement was so awkward for her friend to say, it came out as a question instead of a statement.My mind started racing, she had never been loud with me when we fucked, she was always quite as a church mouse. My highschool brain was trying to figure out what that meant (later on in life I saw first hand what it meant).Her best friend finally went on to say "Even though we were miles from a house I was worried someone was gonna call the cops...it. "Just don't give me any shirt-and-tie shit. No banks, no stockbrokers, no insurance companies." That's ninety percent of our clientele in any big city," Rich says."Well, see if there's anything else out there. I think I'm done with corporate monkey houses. If you can't find anything, no big deal—I just wanted to check with you first." Hey, and I appreciate that," Rich says. "You're a dependable guy. I'll see what I can find. Same pay rate as your last contract?" If you can get it. I realize.